Man, I'ma do this bitch like—
5: 38, 5: 36, what time is it? It's 5: 36 AM, man
Know what I'm sayin'? It's my hour
Know what I'm sayin'?
Shh
Mm-hmm

New Biscotti bowls, I'm out smokin' toe, mm-hmm
Chasin' dollar signs and pick and roll the toe
I say, "Get your money right, you got family back at home"
I say, "Get your money right, nobody gonna give you a loan"
I say he makin' rookie moves, bendin' with his phone
You say you can get it cheaper, do it on your own, mm
I been in my feelings, it's just me and drugs alone
Pour a four-six-eight, might just take that to the dome
The way I grew up
bitches 'round the corner tryna walk me home
I almost threw up, this her anniversary
why the fuck it's blown?
I got Oxy, I won't take another
I'll wait 'til after this song, hmm
I'm tired of niggas, but back they mama
so I gotta lеave 'em 'lone
Ain't no attitudе, my bitch don't do that
she must be a clone
You know all my pops
you can't see through that, I got pints at home
When I got that bitch
I was in her chassis from that bottom hole, mm-hmm
I love this bitch, I can't even lie, it hurt me if she gone
I intercept the load and tax them in they face
I feel like Tony
It was like thirty bowls
I added my six points and I went home
I got my Rolls Royce from Brahman dealership, not Twin Auto
I got clean titles, none of my shit rebuilt
I don't fuck with those
He be throwin' up the L's
but not with me, I don't know lil' bro
Niggas can't be independent
because they music don't hold its own
I'm not into it with no nigga
they take the stand, don't think it's wrong
Well shit, right now I'm wearin' Marni glasses
left the Buffs at home
Let's make it right, she want me for more than one night
I take flight, it's just me alone, you need more than a kite
I face the pain, this damage control, seen a lot in my life
Her just a hoe, she not made for home
can't make steak and rice
I'm the type to roll up your mans
and make you pass the light
All my hoes be on they best behavior
start somethin' on that night
What I'm doin' is not what they did, I started all the hype
I bought a Gucci bag, belt, and shoes that match the inside
I can't tell you, I don't know them niggas
not a fuckin' thing
It's a two-liter, yeah
It's a two-liter bottle for the haters inside
know what I'm sayin'?
Mm, know what I'm sayin'?
It's cocked, yeah, mm
My cup so dirty, got my nigga a Ferrari
you know what I'm sayin'?
Mm, I'ma pour a four-six-eight
you might just fly, you know what I'm sayin'?
Mm, mm
Drive past the Rolls Royce, you won't see me inside it
When you ride past the Rolls, you won't see me inside it
Uh, I got zero, yeah, yeah
I see you when you see me leave, yeah, I'm super lit
I just picked up a five, okay—